Jenkinson's Practical Guide to the Isle of WightE. Stanford, 1879 - 199 Seiten |
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Alum Bay Alverstone appears Appuldurcombe Arreton ascend Ashey beautiful beds Bembridge Binstead Black Gang Bonchurch Brixton Brook built Calbourne Carisbrooke Castle Catherine's Chale chalk cliffs chapel Chillerton chine church clay close Colwell Compton Copse cottages cove Culver Cliffs descend distance downs Earl East Cowes erected estuary farm feet Freshwater Gate Gatcombe Godshill greensand ground Gurnard Bay Headon Hill Heath Helens Hotel Hurst Castle island Isle of Wight Lake land Landslip Linn Luccombe manor mansion Medina Messly miles monument Needles Newchurch Newport Newtown Niton Oglander opposite coast Osborne house Parkhurst passing path picturesque pier present Quarr railway rare river road rocks Ryde sand Sandown seen Shanklin shore Shorwell side slope Solent station Steephill stone strata Street summit tourist towers of Osborne town traveller trees Undercliff Ventnor village walk Whippingham wood Wootton Worsley obelisk Wroxall yards Yarmouth Yaverland
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 127 - Man that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble. He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down : he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.
Seite 36 - Forgive, blest shade, the tributary tear, That mourns thy exit from a world like this ; Forgive the wish that would have kept thee here, And stayed thy progress to the seats of bliss • No more confined to grov'ling scenes of night, No more a tenant pent in mortal clay, Now should we rather hail thy glorious flight, And trace thy journey to the realms of day.
Seite 88 - ... it, is a land of hills and valleys, and drinketh water of the rain of heaven: a land which the Lord thy God careth for : the eyes of the Lord thy God are always upon it, from the beginning of the year even unto the end of the year.
Seite 9 - She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath ; His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men. Weigh the vessel up, Once dreaded by our foes ! And mingle with our cup The tear that England owes. Her timbers yet are sound, And she may float again Full charged with England's thunder, And plough the distant main. But Kempenfelt is gone, His victories are o'er ; And he and his eight hundred Shall plough the wave no more.
Seite 8 - Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete. Toll for the brave! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought ; 15 His work of glory done.
Seite 142 - ... of the aquatic birds, the agitation of the sea, and the rapidity of the tide, occasioning not unfrequently a slight degree of danger, all these circumstances combine to raise in the mind unusual emotions, and to give...
Seite 55 - I had the spiritual charge of another parish, adjoining to that in which I resided. It was a small district, and had but few inhabitants. The church was pleasantly situated on a rising bank, at the foot of a considerable hill. It was surrounded by trees, and had a rural, retired appearance. Close to the churchyard stood a large old mansion, which had formerly been the residence of an opulent and titled family ; but it had long since been appropriated to the use of the estate as a farm-house. Its...
Seite 9 - Toll for the brave, The brave that are no more, All sunk beneath the wave Fast by their native shore. Eight hundred of the brave, Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel, And laid her on her side. A land breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset ; Down went the Royal George With all her crew complete.
Seite 55 - Its outward aspect bore considerable remains of ancient grandeur, and gave a pleasing character to the spot of ground on which the church stood. In every direction the roads that led to this house of God possessed distinct but interesting features. One of them ascended between several rural cottages, from the sea-shore, which adjoined the lower part of the village street. Another winded round the curved sides of...
Seite 119 - Turn from the contemplation of the sod, And think on her, whose spirit rests with God. Lowly her lot on earth, but He who bore Tidings of grace and...